BLUE BOY FANTASIES
~ Blue Bundle ~
Vol. 1
BY
BURT MAVERICK
SMASHWORDS EDITION
PUBLISHED BY:
BURT MAVERICK
COVER DESIGN BY:
BURT MAVERICK
BLUE BOY FANTASIES
~ Blue Bundle ~
Vol. 1
Copyright © 2011 by BURT MAVERICK
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This eBook contains sexually explicit material and is intended for a mature audience.
All characters are 18 years or older. All sex within this story is consensual.
This is a work of Fiction
All characters appearing in this eBook are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead, other than those in the public domain, is not intended and purely coincidental
BLUE BOY FANTASIES
~ BLUE BUNDLE ~
VOLUME ONE
BOOK ONE
~Home Town Hero ~
BOOK TWO
~My First Time ~
BOOK THREE
~ A Long Hot Summer ~
BLUE BOY FANTASIES
~ Hometown Hero ~
Vol. 1
CHAPTER ONE
The showerheads hiss, and screamed to life, slowly filling the locker room with steam. The hot water felt wonderful as it covered my naked body. It soothed the horrible aches and pains I suffered from practice of the modern day Neanderthal game of… Football. Oh my God. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
My body felt like it had been put into a blender and set on frappe’.
Directions- Take off lid, insert Davey, replace lid, Frappe’ for 1 hour. Pour into cup… freshly blended, slushy human being. Yep, that was me.
Okay, so you’re probably wondering, if it hurts so badly. Then why do I play? And, I would answer back with; I’m looking at him.
Bobby Joe Dupree. Six foot two inches of muscle bound glorified goodness.
There wasn’t a more beautiful specimen of a human being walking the face of God’s green earth, than the boy standing across from me.
Bobby Joe was the most popular boy in our small, West Texas town since I could remember. He was the Captain of the college football team. President of the Student Body Council, Valedictorian when we graduated high school, state wrestling champ, football champ, baseball champ. Voted most likely to succeed. The perfect All-American boy… And I loved him. I loved him with every fiber of my soul, and I had ever since we were children.
My name is Davey, and I’m the weakling. Voted most likely to get his ass kicked by any girl on campus. But, luckily for me, I’m Bobby’s best friend. I’ve followed him everywhere over the years, and whatever he did, I did. If Bobby joined Boy scouts, I joined Boy scouts. If Bobby went fishing, I went fishing. If Bobby liked hotrods, I liked hotrods. And, when Bobby played sports, I was there playing right beside him. Well, actually, I was sitting on the bench, keeping his spot warm.
So, when Bobby joined the West Texas Fighting Rebels, of course I joined with him. The rumor was that the only reason I made the team was Bobby had told the coaches, No Davey, No Bobby, That’s how it works! And with over Thirteen thousand yards passing in four years of High school, how could they say no.
So here I am. All one hundred and forty five, feminine pounds of me, standing bruised and beaten, just to be next to the man I love.
Here’s the kicker. Bobby doesn’t know that I love him. He doesn’t even know that I’m gay… No one does.
That kind of shit doesn’t fly around here Homos!
I remembered hearing some of the older men in town say once, when they discovered our local male librarian, Mister Lorenstein, had a gay lover. They beat him up really bad too. I learned right then, if you’re gay in this town, you better keep your mouth shut. So, I did.
I watched as the water ran down Bobby’s body. His beautiful long blonde curly hair, turning dark as the water saturated it. His body was thickly muscled and athletically built. His skin was golden brown from working in the sun all day on his father’s farm. The muscles in his arms flexed and released as he slowly ran the bar of soap over them. The lather covered it thickly, and cascaded down in foamy waves as he stood under the water. The sweep of his thigh was like that on a statue of a Roman God. The muscles of his quads looked like thick ropes entangles over a beautifully carved piece of wood. They were hard and firm, and I wanted so badly to touch them.
I imagined myself walking over to him and asking if I could wash his body.
“Would you like me to wash your back for you, Bobby?”
“Yes. Could you please,” he’d answer, with his wide smile. Exposing his perfectly aligned, white teeth.
Taking the soap from his hand, I apply it softly to his giant, muscular form. Gently, rubbing in circles I cover his back until it is layered with a thick film of suds. My hands travel around to the front of his body where I continue with my labor of love. His chest is hard and firm, and flexes under the caress of my hands. After covering his body. I set the soap down. I begin to gently massage him. His flesh feels like silk as I caress his iron like physique. His nipples harden under my touch and his penis does the same.
Bobby turns around and his shaft is protruding towards me, as he takes me and pushes me down to my knees.
“Suck on me,” he says, as he delivers his throbbing cock to my wanting mouth.
I kiss it gently, savoring the moment. My fingers run through the blonde pubic hair that creeps up from his hardened muscle. Traveling over his abs it continues up the length of his torso before nestling in a light grove on his chest. He closes his eyes and his head tilts back. I part my soft feminine lips and take him into my mouth. He moans with approval and signals his delight.
“Oh, yeah. Like that Davey. That feels good.”
He takes me by the back of my head and pushes his length down my throat. I struggle to handle the girth of his thick cock as I gag and choke, sending saliva out of the sides of my mouth. The sight of this arouses him and he pushes on me harder. My head struggles as I search for more freedom, but there is none to be had. He begins to forcefully stroke into my mouth as his breathing quickens.
I succumb to his manly assault by relaxing my throat, allowing him to penetrate me deeply. I reach down and grab my own hardness and begin to jack myself off as I swallow him. I can taste the salty pre-cum that exits his dick signaling me he his close to climax.
Faster he thrust into my mouth and he grabs my head, making sure I can’t relent. His cock is choking me and I gag profusely as his body shudders and begins to release. Thick loads of his lover’s juice fill my mouth and I swallow deeply savoring the taste. I continue to suck ravenously, making sure to drain him completely, satisfying the man that I love.
“What the fuck, boner boy!” comes the, voice that brings me back into reality.
It’s Buford Randle, the team’s defensive middle linebacker, and the biggest prick on campus. “Fuck, Bobby! You better take care of your little buddy there. It looks like he’s enjoying this showering shit, waaaaay too much!” The room erupts with the laughter of the other team members.
“Fuck off, Buford! I’ve told you he’s got a medical condition.” Came Bobby, to my rescue.
“Yeah, he does! And, the only thing that’s going to cure it, is a big shot of Penis-Cillin!” The room erupts with more laughter.
Bobby walks over to the pile of towels that sit outside of the showers. He grabs two of them and tosses one to me, as I exit the showers trying to hide the very noticeable hard-on that has developed.
We are standing in front of our lockers drying off. It’s uncomfortably silent, until Bobby speaks.